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Garry aka the dog aka Garamithras
Half incubus, half hellhound, momma was a succubus with a kink for hellhounds
Useful for his tracking ability on par with a german shepard, only he’s intelligent
Fights dirty, runs, or riles up opponents, he is really not much good at combat alone but he makes a good partner, and no one wants him to get his jaws on their tender bits mid fight
Infernal Stench:Can stink up an area that anyone without the constitution of a sewer worker will greatly desire to get away from. Possibly vomiting as they run.
Has three forms: ugly-cute pug, blue blob with too many eyes, and malevolent blue haired teen incubus, another ugly-cute really, he’s kinda cute but very demonic. His abilities are form specific.
Blob :http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w35/Chairbreaker/drawings/Garry_zpsdcc879e7.png
Otherwise he’s mostly a mouthy little jerk.
He must be summoned, unlike Hreb, who is pledged to Gaia, Garry has to be summoned for specific things, he can’t just hang out. It takes an hour long ritual that requires at least some skill and some kind of botch on the skill check means summoning some other demon.
If he takes too much damage he poofs (stinkily) to Hell and must be resummoned.
Frequently fails to understand non-demonic culture, but is aces at irritating people so much so that he obviously has some empathy, he’s just willing to use it for evil.
Alignment: Chaoc evil light - He usually cannot be arsed to be really evil, but he’s not moral or nice like Hreb. They have been friends for half a millennium and despite their bickering are quite loyal to one another.
Small, unexpected, rather sneaky - he does ok at stealth so long as you don’t catch a whiff of him, he does have rather bad hell-doggy BO
Blob powers:fits in tight spaces, like large drains, through bars very Painful spiderlike bite, covered in disgusting vile slime
Youth powers
Opposeable thumbs:Can use a cell phone
Sulking epically
Garry is kinda silly, and I will fully understand if he's not to your taste, just let me know and I'll extract him or just not bring him. He's a hoot to play, but not everone's cup of tea.

black toga, how can i use you? God of Lankhmar might be a tad obscure. Perhaps just some kind of spirt of gluttony and abandon, togate, laureled, wine etc.
Can't go wrong there. Mushrooms maybe too.
I still have those evil crowleys crunchies, lol

Add your favorite recipes here, do your best to include all the amounts and cooking times, as well as about how many it serves. Simple recipes that don’t take too long to make Don’t take much skill or timing And are not finicky - small mistakes should make no difference /or/ if it’s a baking recipe, make it as forgiving as possible. Baking is much pickier than meal type cooking, so when you are baking, be as precise as you can and follow directions carefully until you are pretty experienced. Recipes should not require ingredients that are hard to find or tend to be expensive, please no lamb, saffron, or marshmallow fluff. These are only easy to find in a few places. Please write step by step, as if writing them out for a 15 year old to follow, do not assume any experience on the part of your audience. break these rules if you like, but make sure you put in a warning

Breakfast tacos/burritos, rebels may serve these anytime
Heaven in a warm tortilla!
Really popular in South Texas weekends and variable, simple, so tasty and go to as much effort as you like
And if you visit be sure to go find a food cart/truck where they make pappas fritas (fried potatoes) This is a dish most easy to get in the am, but like street food everywhere, adventure, choose a popular truck and pray.
Large flour tortillas, or if you are lazy, hand size smaller flour tortillas for a less heavenly but still good dish
Scrambled eggs, maybe 2 eggies per person depending on how hungry you are
Piles of favorite shredded cheese, just if you use Velveeta don’t tell me, but use what you like, cheddar I like myself
Favorite salsas and hot sauces
Bacon! Avocado, tomatoes, fried onions, garlic, guacamole, Hatch green chile (can be both hard to find and hella hot or limply mild >.< at random)
Canned Pinto beans, chili from leftovers, drained, rinsed, simple or mixed with salsa and heated.
Chopped fried sausages, esp a loose pork kind called chorizo? Fancy but so S Texas. Fry cook it for safety and my happiness. It can be spicy, so taste as you go.
Fried chopped potatoes, good and greasy!
Any other thing you may like or feel like making, this is supposed to be not too complex
Not heart healthy fare I’m afraid,
Ppl assemble tacos/burritos to taste. Better make plenty of bacon
For bonus points heat the tortillas gently without crisping them as much as for quesadillas
Takes a lil practice. Warming them in tin foil and oven works fine just beware of steam sogging them, let it leak out and don’t burn fingies. Like a 350 Hot oven, you can lay a naked tortilla on the middle rack for 10 secs and see, should work dandy to warm just enough to be hot and lovely without crumpling hopelessly. It’ll still taste good even if it does.

Yay more recipes!
Quesadillas are very adaptable to what you have on hand, and simple to make a hot meal rather than just a sammich, and hot meals can often satisfy better even if they are exactly what would be cold, psychology for your tummy, go figure.
Chicken makes for good protein too.

"My usual method is to lie face down in a pitcher of margaritas on a Mexican beach for a few days, but I'll try that. I might work better. Hope my therapist is a stout one." Hreb laughed gently. "And maybe not too religious."
"I dunno if you should think of it as deserving a chance so much as use of weapons. If someone can be made useful, it's all to the good, and if it saves them from being a useless waste of space or outright menace, so much the better. One of the things I've noticed about Illuminati is that they groupthink that being a good person is a weakness and that being self centered is a strength. So I won't really be selling Kermit altruism till he's already swallowed it wrapped in self interest. On a broader scale, I suppose we are offering him a chance for redemption that he may or may not deserve. But that's the thing. You can never ever repay what you owe, good or ill. I think Faquan, the monk would argue that's what karma is. I don't know if I buy karma, not after what I been through. I try, but I just can't. Far as I can tell all you can ever do is choose your paths out of what's in front of you, and maybe pay it forward, make the world a better place with what you have. But, I am biased. I like this world. It is beautiful beyond measure and the alternatives are terrible." Hreb smiled, pure and sweet.

"Whatever it is that people are good at...it's what they do with it that matters. Nearly any talent can be used for good or ill. And people are usually good at more things than they know. Just...gotta convince them to try." Hreb sighs deeply. "Maybe he'll be motivated by a burning desire to outdo ED. Maybe they'll claw each others throats out and become the best of buddies. You never know with people that grumpy. I'm sticking to introducing him to sturdy people for the most part." Hreb flopped back on the couch and closed his eyes, thinking. "I'm kinda like made of PTSD, but I think the Latvia thing made me a little extra. We won, evil fungus lost, but it was nasty. I think I'm doing a pretty good job of not coming unglued."

Hreb watched Roman leave with as much dignity as he could muster, then did a four second little victory dance while seated. "That went well!" He pretended to be dignified again with all the aplomb of a cat that has fallen off a sofa then changed moods to somber quicksilver fast. "Ugh I hope we find Canto." He thought for a moment. "And that Kermit and ED manage not to kill each other.....or the priest."
Hreb shifted to wry. "That priest is something else. Clearly rather make firewood outta me, but he'll work with me when it's obvious it need doing. I like him? But man, he's a dick. Keeps calling poor Canto a Jezebel, I wonder if he isn't in the preisthood cause he's a dedicated woman-hater."

At the knock at the door Hreb sat up straight and hid the beer cans with the guilty urgency of a kid hiding contraband from a parent.
He listened quietly and as Roman turned to him he said "Hallo Sir, well, I am gonna mentor this Kermit fellow. I understand he was retained at the Hall for a time. It's not just the records or evaluations I need but I kinda need to know something about who evaluated him. Some people are better judges of character than others. The Illuminati approach will be a three inch high stack of multiple choice psyche eval tests. The Templar will be personal interviews. I'd like to know if he's high on the psychopathy scale, but I figure the Templar interviewer is most likely to see into his soul, assuming the interviewer is worth a damn. I won't know much about the interviewer unless by chance I know them, but you might be able to find out for me what their reputation is like?"

"I'm gonna have him help rescue someone, if we can. He's good at finding people to kill them, finding someone is what's needed. See if he likes being a big damn hero. There's a young Templar possessed by a demon, gone AWOL, I got a priest with some serious god mojo ready but we can't find her. I'm really worried about her." Hreb rubbed his stomach as if it hurt ad sighed. "Actually you did me a huge favor by taking on my contract, I am no longer tied by the order to not involve other factions, and I can get Kermit and ED's detectives working on it. It's been weeks, I think something fishy is going on, normally Team Red would have been all over this." Hreb sighed. "She may wind up here needing Sanctuary. I hope not, but something weird is up with this and until that's rooted out, she might need protection. Reminds me, need to find Dr Caine's number."

"Yeah, the Hall has it's head up its ass sometimes, but I'll take everything I can get. Someone sharp might have interviewed him. Do you have any idea where he got the anti-bee rounds? I know you can get anti bee gas in Egypt.
"I can and have forgiven all kinds of things, but uselessness is the the thing I loathe about most of my Celestial and Infernal cousins or siblings. They can be an arrogant murderous douche and I will accept them so long as they make themselves useful. But I do not care if they are a sweet potato if they refuse to lift a finger and help out. Being mercenary is fine, but you'd better be arsed to help somehow. A tad judgemental, I know, but this place is worth protecting. The shit has clearly hit the fan, the Change of Ages shitstorm is well underway, time to step up to the plate and fight for the reality. I hate Amir, I hate his whining, I hate his arrogant face, but if you get him moving, he will go help a little. Not a lot, won't break the precious rules." Hreb 's lip curls in contempt. "One of the benefits to being damned. You've already given the finger to the rules and your hands are no longer tied and you can do what needs doing. Assuming you are inclined."

"nonono, I know the Muppets, honest, I have also seen Star Wars and Lord of the Rings! I am not culturally deficient! Honest! I have five nieces and two nephews and they do their best. Hm, so Sato is not dead. MIss Piggy. Gonzo. Unless there's ice cream.
"Hell runs on favors. I will be making my own judgements on Kermit but I am not human, and a human perspective on him, especially one as thorough as the Illuminati, might be very helpful. I think it is worth a favor." Hreb looked judicious. "I will pay what is asked, within reason." Hreb finished his lager and tapped the empty can thoughtfully on his forehead. "Long suffering. Hm, I could see him thinking that."

“This is a multi beer story.” Hreb said judiciously. The lager landed on him and he managed to not to drop it, he gave it a moment to settle and pulled the tab off. He listened, not apparently upset by any bitterness, but he frowned at the bit about kidnapping, his usually sweet face severe for once, and his eyebrows went up at the Sato bit. He winced in sympathy at the mention of the wedding.
“Hm. And at some point in there, he got a Bee and became a Lumi.” Hreb thought for awhile, drinking his beer.
“Ok, I would like to know more about Sato and I need to see if Auro can get me the Lumi psyche profile on Kermit. He’s kinda obsessed with you, turned things into about you about eight times talking to him last night.”
“It’s my experience that the super villains of the world like to reuse tools. It’s almost a fetish with them. Just how dead is this Sato person?”
“Also. Kermit? Is this something I am failing to understand….a human thing? Why the little green frog man from Sesame Street?”

Hreb had an odd reaction to the name, almost flinching, but he thought for a moment and relaxed. "OK, yes, I vaguely recall a smartass named Kermit. If he ever went by anything like the Grey Crab, I will need a lot more beer, plus a lot of tequila. But I don't recall him bein' big enough to be the same guy." Hreb looked at the ceiling. "This is the one who killed you, so yeah. Let's keep you separated. You're after him trusting Sanctuary, so you can't lie about me to him, So hmmm. I'll ask for his help with something that plausibly requires his skillset, which seem to be finding and shooting people. He can help me find Canto. Talk to him a bit, then explain the situation. He's a Lumi, is he also a Bee?

"Yes please" Hreb caught the can tossed to him rather awkwardly in a manner suggesting he was not terrible good at catch. He opened it after a beat and settled on the couch and began reading. He reeread several times. "Hm. teaching I can't do that much of but I for sure can find other teachers for them. It took me months of my most patient buddies teaching me to get ok with the magic revolvers. I only use Infernal magic, what the Bright Spear does kinda looks like elemental magic? But it isn't, it is just what the Spear does. I am total crap at most magic. But I know everyone, can find a teacher for people usually. and I am gonna go out on a limb here, but let's not teach Infernal magic to most folk. Hm Hyperactive....Ahhduuno , maybe she feels stuck, know a lotta folks who feel like their faction has them by the short hairs when that's not necessarily true." Hreb drank down the can then burped delicately and looked very proud of himself.
"Overkill. Hm. Well. Baby with the bathwater thinking. It's one thing to have to." Hreb looks profoundly unhappy for a moment. "Whole 'nother thing to burn down the orphanage to get to Fagin. Loose Cannon sounds like they really need a minder though." Hreb chewed his bottom lip in thought. Alright. Dock Overkill's pay 5% every civvie he kills you deem unnecessary, and I'll get to him when I get to him. I'll take Loose Cannon."

Not quite a blog but close enough, a place to collect Hreb's and anyone else's amusing incident reports. This is what we get up to for Seoul RP EU, hehehehe.
Hreb vanishes after lunch one day and a day later this appears in Evelyene’s, Kle’s, and Roman’s inboxes.
Agent Hreb Campbell
Incident report Lepja Latvia
Went through Agartha attempting to get to Brussles and got lost, directed by custodian to a portal and found self on the docks where a some kind of massive evil fungal release similar to that on the docks in Kaiden was in progress.
Ran into some people I know, Anteus and Jasmine, both Dragons, and Jay Macreerey? He’s an odd one. Dunno if he’s got a faction but I run into him most often in Dragon company, he’s probably insane but appears to be somewhat psychic. At any rate, all Bees, all of us put our heads together and we’ve just about decided that we’ll need to set as much fuel on fire and torch the place, it’s crawling with fungal nasty and bits of Filth but so far it seems to be confined to the docks and we’d like to contain, you know?
I try to contact whatever there is for authority or maybe find any teams trapped in the mess of like cops and stuff, but the my Russian is really limited and it might not be Russian they are yelling in on the radio. I manage to pick out “air strike.” And so we leg it off the docks.
Say what you will, whoever was running the incident was not a slow decision maker and they wafllestomped the docks flat, made a big fireball, and did a pretty good job of killing everything fungal or Filthy on the docks, but a cloud of spores got raised and only partially burned.
So the city attached to the port is in need of aid, and me and whoever I can finagle has been putting out fungal fires and rounding up victims and flamethrowing anything fungal into submission. Got a small Templar team, couple Dragons, and some WHO folk we’ve managed to sequester along with the NATO people and the locals. It’s ugly but way better than Kaiden. At the moment we estimate the heavily contaminated area to be about three streets in, and light contamination we’ve got a perimeter established that’s about a mile deep. We go over the area, doing what we can to cleanse, necessitating a lot of burning, but there’s not much for it. The Filth does not seem to have spread, and gas masks and contamination gear is effective against the spores so far, fingers crossed. We’re hoping for some rain, knock the spores out of the air some, and then there’s only the ground and water contamination.
At the moment the incident is being blamed on Sycoil, as a fuel spill fire that destroyed the docks, and the locals have been good at confiscating footage of fungus and keeping reporters out of anything fungusy for the most part, I imagine somewhere on the deep web there are things, bound to be. Haven’t managed to go have a look to see we can find whatever brought this in, too busy and the docks are still partially on fire. Lay odds there are Orochi containers though.
Met the NATO incident commander, a Latvian of Russian descent. Iilse Vinkele. Very practical, does not know what to think of the help she’s getting but gives no fucks and figures she’ll lie on the paperwork later. Dunno if you’ve ever worked with Russians but their attitude towards paperwork is cavalier at best. She’s the one who ordered the airstrike and no doubt there’ll be Hell to pay for her later. If we have someone who speaks Latvian or Russian that’d be seriously useful, Iilse’s aide’s English is ok, but having someone to liaise good would be the shit especially when dealing with the locals.
There is an Agartha portal in the local city park, with the typical giant tree, and two small wells near the docks, so I guess the bees sent me?
Hreb’s cell is gps’ed where he says he is, and there is a news story about a catastrophic fire on the docks as well as a NATO relief operation. So far, only pictures of the burning docks and a story or two, something happening in a tiny Baltic state.

another incident report in Hreb's weird version of informal information dump arrives in in boxes.
Agent Hreb Campbell
Incident report Lepja Latvia 2 final
We’re just about done here mopping up and command has been turned over to the NATO folks, the fungus is contained and we found an effective method to decontaminate areas. Messy and destructive, but effective. Basically we flamethrowered anything obvious, then bulldozed the mile area into heaps and set it on fire. I imported us a fire expert so we didn’t get spores escaping. NATO kept us in accellerant, as you might expect they could when motivated. NATO Incident Commander has been persuaded to use the Syncoil story and then unknown disease or chemical syndrome outbreak. WHO people harder to convince, some nabob from the Eye came out and did it somehow. Cerberus material but I didn't recognize her.
We have evidence that the strain involved is one developed by the notorious Unit 731. Doesn’t mean that much to me, Japanese rather than Red Hand for once but my Dragon buddies are excited.
Permission to spend a couple days in Margaritaville?

"Well, mostly I don't know what to do with myself until I get a mentee. There's always something I could be doing somewhere, so if I'm idle, should I go monster hunting and people saving and all that? I am not a workaholic or anything, but I'm kinda happiest doing things, be it bartending or shooting things in the face. It's very hard to sit and look at the computer all day, I don't know how my coworkers manage, but I suppose for them, they are doing. It's just a doing I don't understand, making code and things. And paperwork. I suppose I will need to fill out paperwork for a mentee, but we will cross that bridge when we get there. Are there things about Sanctuary that I know that are supposed to be secret? I really don't know a whole Hell of a lot about y'all, but I am assuming everything to do with the creepy kidnapper stalker thing person is not to be bandied about."

Spinach and ricotta things that only vaguely resemble enchiladas but are rich and tasty
This makes six, so enough for 3 (or 2 really hungry people,) these are pretty filling to be honest
Small package of frozen spinach, thawed then squeezed so it’s no longer totally soggy, but not dry as a bone, it should no longer be drippy though. Takes a while to thaw the spinach unless you cheat, so come up with a safe way to thaw. Gently smoosh it in your hands in a colander over the sink to squeeze out extra water
1 tablespoon of olive oil or whatever
Bunch scallions, chopped small, scallions are those lil green onion things, chop the whole bunch. Onion haters can leave them out and put in an extra clove of garlic. Onion haters may do this in many dishes. We pity you but we want you to be happy.
Couple cloves of garlic
½ c sour cream
Cup ricotta
6 corn tortillas
17.6 oz jar Goya medium salsa verde or whatever you like for enchiladas, green sauce may be more pleasing a color than a red, but red would still taste pretty good. Goya’s version happens to please me, use what you like.
Enough of your favorite cover cheese to cover, 2 cups or so, shredded, for pretties a white one like Monterey Jack but really anything that melts is fine
Preheat oven to 350
In saucepan heat oil on medium, and gently cook scallions for a minute, then add the garlic, chopped or squisherd in garlic press, cook for a couple, add spinach, stir well, cook for a couple more, remove from heat, let cool slightly
Add in the sour cream and ricotta, stir well
Pour a generous amount of the sauce of choice on the bottom of a square cake pan to coat
Begin filling the corn tortillas, then top with additional sauce, you will have plenty of filling for 6 and could conceivably make more less fat enchiladas if you have the tortillas.
Top all that with cheese, then pop in the oven for 15t-20 min till cheese is melted and sauce is bubbling and all is hot through.
These are more filling than you’d think, but this is a pile of cheese and dairy.

"I always take people trusting me as a tiny miracle." Hreb smiles wholeheartedly. "I try not to abuse that. I generally only run into trouble accidentally when I don't know what I ought to be doing, and that is more common than you'd think. Hell is a weird place, and I have only been here on Earth this time about seventeen years and the modern era is so different. You can't imagine. Well, maybe imagine that I come from under a rock, or somewhere so deep in the boonies that there never was any technology or offices or schools or laws or anything but warlords and slavers. I kinda know about all those nice things? But my understanding is kinda flawed. I get stuff wrong, and although I try not to, I sometimes make assumptions that things are a little draconian when they are not, cause I've misinterpreted.
"I was civilized by a number of humans, one of whom is a really great guy but your basic cheery psychopath, and he mostly taught me how to be a criminal, and all about the 80's. A pair of Russian intellectuals had a go at it next and they did pretty well, I'm semi-educated, I'm diplomatic, polite, morally and intellectually curious. I've always wanted to properly go to school but they taught me a lot. I've bartended on and off for the whole time, and although I'm kinda done with it now, that taught me so many subtle things. I don't do the criminal thing much anymore. The tech needed to do a good job these days is mostly beyond me. Not a whole lot of call for my rather old fashioned skills and besides, I get all moral and then can't do it if I can tell someone might get hurt. I mean, I'll steal stuff for Said and the Princes, but they rarely ask me to do anything but knock over warehouses run by cultists.
"I adore humans, admire them more than most anything, and I am pretty proud of how humanish I am. I am also proud of the fact that I am useful, unlike most of my waste of space breathern. But I do work differently on a metaphysical level even and it's probably kind of important that you get that. And any things that you do or don't want me doing might be a good idea, let's not assume I know better. I probably actually do? But well. Might be a bad assumption. My standing orders from the Hall mostly have to do with their paranoia over Lumis controlling the interwebs and so I am limited about how I put information up on the internet and twitter and all. This is probably a good thing, I can have poor judgement sharingwise. It's hard to know when and what to tell sometimes, and while I try to be open, there are plenty of people who should not know much about me and should just think I'm another Bee. So I should most likely continue to not do TMITuesday."

"Contract can't really be changed, kinda the point of it. Prevents them from selling me down the river. The punishments, erm, you are not obligated to use them? I, um ,well, Hell is a nasty place, but Seam, and pretty much everyone thinks the punishments are pretty upsetting. I chose them, it's only pain for me, but it does really upset other people and so that actually bothers me. Seam comes unglued, Church gets all murdery, so far I've managed to never let Sam see the marks, she would go ballistic. People try to heal it, but it won't magic heal, cause holy. Takes about a month to heal, cause I'm actually pretty pure all things considered. Less if I go on some kind of purity binge, which is a lot of no fun.
"Templars wanted some way to feel like they can keep me in line. This gives them that, although if you are administrating my contract, you get to say what happens and they do not. I believe you are prevented from sending me to Hell or trapping me in some way, like no mason jars. I'm really not too likely to need punishing." Hreb laughs gently. "I like the idea of working here and I'm not an idiot."
"The rod of smiting, or whatever they call it, I guess if they gave it to you, you can do what you like with it I guess? Send it back with a dozen dead rats? Poke people with it as a security check? It's holy. I guess that might be useful."

"Ah, my contract! Cover letter must be from vonHohenms. He's the Magus who I worked for, he's uhhh, Magi are like magic nerds. Opinionated know it alls, really as bosses go, he wasn't so bad, bit of a bitch, but willing to give me a fair amount of trust considering how my kind are generally viewed around the Hall. The contract is complicated? Uncomplicated contracts will get you screwed over. Essentially what happened was I showed up in London on the advice of a nun friend of mine from San Francisco, where I'd lived for about five years. I had thought she was a Vatican monster hunter but it turns out she was a retired Templar who went nun. It's a long story, but me and a couple buddies were monster hunting the stuff that the Dragon and the Templar of San Fran were ignoring, mostly vampires and a nasty fae or odd demon, when my buddy Aldys got cursed by this weird necromancer named Prokop Maizoweiki. It was a fucked up curse and my nun buddy decided that maybe the Templar archives might hold a clue as to how to break it seeing as how we knew that Maizoweiki was from the Czech area and all. I'd pretty much do anything for Aldys, so off I went.
"So she sends me to London and the Hall with a letter, and after some initial excitement they decide to read the letter, and the bees have pooped pollen all over it somehow and they take that as some kind of Sign. She says recruit me, so they kinda do. I am what I am, so a contract. A huge amount of support for all this came from a small faction of Lumi hatin' Templars. A great deal of the reason for the amount of leeway I have is that the idea was that I would pretend to defect to the Lumis and worm my way in then be a spy. I'm not convinced it was ever practical, but they decided it was worth a go. I have some really old Lumi contacts in Rhode Island from like 20 years ago when I first made it to Earth, but we are talking about people from before the beesplosion, who are semi-retired and from Rhode Island rather then New York, so while they are Lumis, they aren't exactly movers and shakers. I think the Lumis probably have a huge file on me somewhere but back then, everything was paper and it might be in some warehouse under a mountain of other paper.
"That dead tree is actually pretty helpful to me, it protects me from the Templars to some degree, keeps them from arbitrarily sending me to Hell and makes them feel all warm and safe, it protects little baby Templars from me in case I ever decide to chuck my morals." Hreb rolls his eyes. "Does make it so I have strictures. A Templar that outranks me can order me to do stuff within limits. I cannot attack Templars first, they gotta strike first? But, eh, getting a lot of them to smack first really isn't too difficult. If I'm ever called upon to attack Solomon Lancaster, I'm probably screwed, but doesn't seem likely and he'd beat me no matter what, man would be pretty prepared for someone like me." Hreb chuckles. "The archives did actually net me something, and I did manage to get Aldys uncursed. So I'm pretty happy wit the outcome. This may sound funny, but at heart I am a Templar. I guess I got a pile of Dragon in me too. But I am a big damn hero to the core. Rescuing kittens, putting out fires, the whole nine yards."